Welcome back Laoise! We've missed you. I wish your mother the best on her birthday - and you can tell her I think this song is a little "old" for a woman who's only sixty.
MY YIDDISHE MOMME
Words by Jack Yellen
Music by Lew Pollack and Jack Yellen
Copyright © 1925 by DeSylva, Brown & Henderson, Inc.
My Yiddishe Momme, I need her more than ever now.
My Yiddishe Momme, I'd love to kiss that wrinkled brow.
I long to hold her hands once more as in days gone by
And ask her to forgive me for things I did that made her cry.
How few were her pleasures, she never cared for fashion's styles
Her jewels and treasures, she found them in her beby's smiles
Oh, I know that I owe what I am today
To that dear little lady so old and gray;
To that wonderful Yiddishe Momme of mine.
T:My Yiddishe Momme
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